I adore living overseas – so please take everything I say with that in mind. Our home away from America-home is breathtakingly beautiful, the people are fantastic, and I’m not lying when I say that the food is the best food I’ve eaten anywhere in the world. EVER. FULL STOP.
But I also love going home to visit America. It’s awesome – have you ever toured a Target after 18 months of shopping in various African markets? I mean, Woolworths is fantastic – my favorite store overseas (and also Marks and Spencer, whose chicken and stuffing sandwiches make my year, no lie), but there is something about having seventy-six types of salsa to choose from, as well as fourteen aisles of sugary delight cereal and milk available by the gallon that just makes it easy to relax with fast internet and the largest Netflix offering in the world. SO MUCH NETFLIX, OMG. How does anyone in America get anything done with so much Netflix available?
But there is one thing I dread about visiting America. One thing that I can say, without a doubt, is a level of horrid that I encounter in no other developed countries.
I’m a HomeAway junkie, I’ll own it. Whenever we decide to make a trip, HomeAway is my first stop to find accommodation. We’re usually traveling with at least three children, and like any parents we like a little bit of privacy.
Two weeks in single hotel rooms with two double beds and a roll-away is a recipe for disaster. Also death threats. Possibly sanitarium time. Definitely a need for a vacation-from-the-vacation.
This is, I think, my favorite picture we’ve ever taken on any of our travels.
Fresno the Husband wasn’t too up on appearing on the internet (weirdo), but I had to include this picture. Honestly, this picture is what makes the best travel memories – Mr. Dirty popping up in what was supposed to be a picture of just Mom and Dad.
In any case, this picture, ridiculous though it may be, is pretty much what we expect from travel. If you’re in London you see Big Ben, the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and if you have time you hit up Harrod’s. Or maybe you hit up Harrod’s first, I’m certainly not going to judge.